Since I obviously have nothing better to do until death, might as well.
Let’s see, who’s first on the list… God - a general fuck you in your direction. You think you’re so hot, with your universe creation and grand experiments and mocha-latte-cappuccinos and Saturday nights karaoke with Mexican midgets that lick your nutsack while you’re busy cutting down all those Asian preteens… Hmmm, I mean… Nice parties, god.
Which does not explain why we’re covered up to our asses with lizards managing the damn universe! Of course, they have the biggest ships and the most powerful electro-photon-particle-beams, and ejectable clone suits that latch to your ship and just EAT THE DAMN THING APART, but… Ok so that’s why they’re winning.
Also, they have the grays, and the lack of morals, and the way they like twisting baby heads until they pop right out. Oh, good sense of humor.
I COULD GO FOR A LIZARD INVASION FORCE RIGHT NOW! THOSE WERE GOOD TIMES!
Who’s next? Pleidians… give me a break. You were supposed to send help. You call THIS help?! With such help, I’d rather be dead, which I will be anyways soon, so… thanks for your help - NOT!
Fuckers. Everyone who was supposed to back me up abandoned me. Not only now - I mean a long time ago.
I feel like I was sent to a death trap, suicide mission, lost before I even started. Mostly not even due to my own actions.
It’s like playing a basketball game where the baskets are fifteen feet high in the air and the ball is made of gravitoned steel wedges. And the crowd throws grenades at you.
So basically it’s like a b-ball match in Israel, with weakling children replacing all the colored mercenaries.
Now, the hummies. A whole planet full of hummies! A race of genetically engineered biological weapons, that were to be unleashed on the galaxy. Instead, forgotten, they roam this planet and generally maim and torture each other. Their bodies are so fragile and easily destroyed, while the pain that they feel in the process is… criminal.
Yet they have no problem inflicting terrible injuries upon their fellow men, mostly out of boredom, and - get this - they would rather throw their lives away fighting some ‘enemy’ than stand up to their own leaders, who use them as expendable cannon fodder. Tells me everything I need to know about hummies.
They are worse than rats. Rats value their own lives better.
Hummies value the lives of anyone WHO THREATENS THEM WITH VIOLENCE!!!
So now I come to you, father. Your betrayal runs deeper than any of them. You actually had me believe you. I answered the call to arms… I did things - heroic things. I conquered my fears.
And my prize? Defeat, pain, misery. More of the same.
I should have killed myself a long time ago, but I kept hoping. Now, it would be best to use all that courage I gathered to finish this pathetic excuse for a lifetime.
I cannot accomplish anything anymore. All I have is the endless pain to keep me company, and my wasted genius. It is wasted in this world of men, of sheep-fuckers and rapists and criminals and cowards and heretics and worthless pieces of shit! The kingdom would not be here, you hear me? This planet is off our zone.
Or, you can send the terminators after me. I will enjoy watching. Vengeance… will not be mine.
Also, hmmmm, someone owes me money. Not sure who at the moment… he’s tall and has a joyful laugh. My laugh is not joyful… dead men don’t laugh anyway.
